"Princesses and princes of Ouran High… Welcome to the annual Host club BALL DANCE," the purple-eyed leader enthusiastically announced – or arguably, shouted – into the microphone.
"As always, we have all of our members here free to dance with any of you ladies. So dance to your heart's content," Kyoya added calmly.
Yuubi uncomfortably looked around. I'm not ready for this. The members with her on the large stage-like staircase began to bow in unison. Oh shit, we're supposed to bow? She bowed. After she got up from her late bow, they began to wave at the audience. Oh shit… wave at the audience? Wave at the audience. She nervously waved. I screwed that up. Hahaha. From the floor, she saw her regulars laughing at her, knowing it was typical of their "Yuubi-kun". Excited to see that they were entertained, she laughed and eagerly waved at them, an act which resulted one of them temporarily fainting. She completely messed up in front of the whole school and she's not even embarrassed, thought Kaoru and Kyoya as they looked at her through the corner of their eyes. They were standing on opposite sides of her. They smiled, the rebel type.
After she began to loosen up, the dance became pretty fun. She scarfed down huge amounts of cheese appetizers with crackers, fancy tunas, steaks, mini sandwiches and more. Yes. Swarms of girls also shyly approached her and politely asked for a dance, to which she always responded with an excited smile and an "of course", taking them by the hand. She playfully twirled them around, filling their long dresses with volume as the satins and silks reflected the beaming fluorescent lights of the room.
"You're so good," she would tell them, boosting their self-esteem until they had the courage to drop the romantic dance and just dance wildly with her. She loved it, just jumping around to the jazz, forgetting her dance lessons, and calling anything dance; she had a customer with her at all times, doing the something just as crazy along with her, so the members couldn't call her out for it. They immediately noticed her quirky disobedience and laughed; Honey even rushed over to dance with her. She quickly grabbed his arm and twirled him rowdily, which sent him into a fit of giggles. The two jumped around, dancing in all sorts of silly ways, making up their own moves.
The clock hit ten, two hours into the dance. Suddenly, Honey suddenly stopped dancing, grabbed her arm and bolted to the back room with extreme force. "Honey senpa –" she exclaimed. He let her go when they entered the room. "What was that for," she asked, noticing that the twins, Mori, Kyoya and Haruhi were there as well.
Haruhi was the only one that also seemed slightly confused. "Not again… I hope it's not what I think it is," she sighed.
The twins smirked and nodded mischievously and shoved her in the dressing room."Hurry hurry put it on," they exclaimed happily. It was only a matter of minutes until she came out in a cute long light blue dress and long hair extensions. The members beamed happily, especially the twins, who ran in to give their girl a tight hug. Wow, she's so pretty, thought Yuubi giving her a warm smile.
"Why am I wearing this anyways," Haruhi asked, looking at them suspiciously. "I mean I know we did this last year for the engaged couple… but what now." The orange hair boys just chuckled in response. Neither one of them wanted to tell her it was simply for their own entertainment to see her looking all dressed up. Haruhi's eyes shifted to Yuubi, "hey Yuubi-san is a girl too!" Yuubi's eyes widened. Hell no.
The members now looked at her, who just shrugged and said, "I look really funny in a dress… plus I'm not a cute girl like Haruhi."
The twins burst into laughter and agreed, "hahahah yeah! We believe ya… we can skip Yuubi-KUNN!" She laughed as well, appreciative of their cruel humor and just glad she wasn't forced to put on a baby pink dress.
"Ummm… Can I get out of this dress now?! All you guys are doing is starin –"
"OMG HARUHIIII," Tamaki ran through the door with a pleasantly shocked look on his face, burning bright red. "YOU LOOK SOOOOOOOO…. SOOOOO CUTEEE MY DAUGHTER." He grabbed her and gave her a tight hug, lifting her up and shaking her around. "HARUHIIII…."
She sighed, "Tamaki senpai, please. I'm not your daughter. This dress is uncomfortable."
"Huh…" Yuubi watched the two members quarrel from a small distance and smiled. They're quite adorable together.
Kyoya put his hand on her shoulder. "Let's go back everyone. It's almost time for the climax of the night." The members hurriedly got into composure and stepped outside. They parted their ways and began to dance with their fellow students once more. Finally, it was time for the announcements. The windows of the dance room burst open, lighting up the school courtyard.
"The winner of this year's dance is –," Tamaki paused to hear the crowd. "Princess Kanako-san." A slim elegant girl in a light satin blue dress walked up to the staircase with her handsome date; he didn't seem like an Ouran student. He looked refined: tall, pale, neat brunette hair, and bright green eyes. Yuubi took a second glance at the winner's date; her eyes widened, and immediately turned around. Hikaru seemed to catch her few seconds of panic and examined the guy cautiously. He had an strange urge to go comfort her, but he couldn't fully understand it and didn't act upon it.
Princess Kanako accepted the prize and bowed in thanks, then took her date by the arms and began to walk down the staircase. The couple passed each member; her date made quite a strong eye contact with Yuubi as they passed. She slightly turned away, trying to hide the alarm in her expression. However, the eye contact was far too long and too tense to be ignored by the other members. They stared at the two in discomfort, feeling the cold awkward air.
After the host club dance ended, the members stayed behind to calculate bills, clean up and close. Haruhi asked Yuubi if she knew the date, to which Yuubi hurriedly responded with fierce head shaking.
"Why are you lying," Kyoya asked mockingly, approaching her from behind clipboard in his hand. Her eyes widened once more, looking more vulnerable than surprised. Of course he knows. All the members were looking at her now, waiting for the answer. "That's Brain… isn't it?"
She turned around, shrugged at him and made an attempt to play it off. "Is it? Really? I didn't know! I only met him once."
"You know it was… we saw your panic," Hikaru stated, his hands slowly curled up into a fist. Why is she lying?! "What did he do?"
"I said nothing," she uncomfortably replied, forcing a laugh. "He did nothing. I just get uncomfortable seeing him because I'm shy person."
"Come on… We all know that's a lie," Tamaki butt in, surprisingly looking quite serious.
"Yeah," Kaoru decided to speak up as well, impulsively grabbing her by the wrist. "We were worried sick about you the other day! You seemed kind of different! Can you just tell us what happened?!"
"It's not even anything! Stop making a big deal of something that's not there!" There was a abrupt air of unease in the room. The members were silent. She couldn't believe she just snapped. She pulled off Kaoru's hand from her arm and retreated, "…I ….I'm going outside for a little. I promise to help clean after." With that, she left the enormous dance room, closing the large double doors behind her. Why won't you tell us, Kaoru asked in his head.
She got outside and sighed. She couldn't cry about the incident; she couldn't cry about getting angry. She wouldn't allow herself too. No, she just didn't feel like it. She lit a cigarette and took a drag, watching the smoke fill the cool night air. Her nose had become red from the cold, but she would have rather faced that than the awkwardness that was inside that room. She warmed herself up by rubbing her arms with her hands.
Suddenly, a warm blazer flung across her shoulders. She looked up to see a specific orange haired boy next to her. She handed him his jacket back. "Kaoru… You're going to be cold…"
"No, it's okay. Keep it"
"No! Look at you. All you're wearing is a dress shirt!" She threw his jacket over his shoulders. "I don't want you to get sick."
"I don't want you to get sick," he murmured. Where is this coming from, he wondered as he heard himself talk.
"I won't," she said. "I guess I was about to go inside anyways."
"Haha good. I went outside to get you back inside!"
The air in the room was still cold as the two entered the room. Their facial expressions showed that they had a lot to say, but were holding it back. With hesitation, she decided to speak up, "You guys, I'm sorry… I know all of you were just worried about me. I was selfish." She looked down at her feet, she felt almost unworthy of their concern. There was a pause.
"Soo… you're going to tell us what happened," Hikaru concluded.
"Huh?" She had forgotten the reason why this madness had started. "Umm…" she looked away.
"Just tell us already," Tamaki yelled in seriousness.
"Ok! Just stop worrying! It was really nothing! Now it's hard to say because it just got really blown out of proportion! He just took me home and forced me to kiss him... Then yeah, that's all! Hahaha!" She laughed on the outside, but in the inside, shivered at the memory of that night. In all honesty, Koller scared her. "…Why does it even matter," she mumbled coldly. They felt her distance.
The members now stood there silently, some with angry faces, some with worried faces, but both not knowing how to respond. THAT ISN'T A BIG DEAL?! A KISS! A KISS, they thought in their heads. She had told them repetitively not to worry, but they were worried. However, they knew not to push her to talk about it any further, so they abandoned the subject.